#about: Solaire Rose

[hedgehog-moss]

Hey!

I thought maybe you could help me in my quest. I've made two bookmarks for a friend with watercolors. One of them is a small fox looking at fallen leaves flying above his head, as if he were mesmerized by them. And I've been trying to find a good quote to accompany it on the back of the bookmark, but I haven't been successful so far.

I'm looking either for a poetry excerpt (my bookmark is 1/8 of an A4 sheet of paper, so nothing that would be very long [like a full sonnet haha] but I still have some space) or a quote of any kind, in French or in English, both are fine.

Would you have any that would make a good fit? Maybe an autumn-y one?

[I don't want to influence you, but for example, for the second one which is a sky at almost-dusk-time with a washed-out blue sky and soft pink clouds, I have a quote from one of the Anne of Green Gables books by Lucy Maud Montgomery:

"In daylight I belong to the world, in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself."]

Much thanks, and scritches to your various animals :)

Handmade watercolour bookmarks are such a nice idea for a gift, I love it <3

I vexed myself thinking about your request because I learn poetry by heart so often, or small book excerpts, but when someone asks me to dig up a topical quote my mental library is suddenly empty. I wish I had a tag system for my brain.

I vaguely remember an Alfred Desrochers poem the first stanza of which was "Le vent est froid, le ciel est gris, la terre est rousse / L'automne est revenu par septembre apporté / Et les arbres, devant la mort du bel été / Pleurent des larmes d'or [?quelque chose?] sur la mousse." And something by Francis Jammes about "ces jours qu'empourpraient les agonies solaires de l'automne" but no recollection beyond that...

I also remember some meager excerpts from "Matin d'octobre" by François Coppée, "A travers la brume automnale / Tombent les feuilles du jardin / [???] / Une blonde lumière arrose / La nature, et dans l'air tout rose / On croirait qu'il neige de l'or."

And one of my favourite poems by Marie-Claire Bancquart, "Je marche dans la solitude des livres", "Beyond the garden, beyond the moment at hand, are the fallen shells of chestnuts, the fire of leaves in the mist..."

And a verse by Ernest Dowson that went "And are we not better and at home / in dreamful autumn...? "

Maybe a couple of lines from this e.e. cummings poem? What my brain retained of it was "the glory is fallen out of the sky, this is the passing of all shining things"...

(if a fox could write autumn poetry I think it would sound like this poem. "no lingering no backward-wondering straight glad feet fear ruining lead us into the serious darkness...")

I also like this sentence by Elizabeth Coatsworth, from her book Personal Geography: "The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn’t ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know."

Anyway, love the idea of handmade illustrated bookmarks :) It reminds me of a calendar I made for a friend years ago, I wrote a little poem for each month and illustrated it. One of the poems was about having a snail friend:

[zozo-01]

snippet sunday <3

Hello! I have been tagged by the lovely @ejunkiet, @autisticempathydaemon, @angelicaether and @floofdeloop!!

Now that finals are over, I can write!! Bless my soul!! But now the Leafs have started their playoff run. Sigh. So in order to keep the tradition going, I'm going to write one of my signature "fuck the leafs so fuck everyone" fics. I have two options running parallel right now and this is one of them!! It's based on this lil thing I wrote last night!!

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Growing up, David's comfort spot had always been on the road. For him, it was a comfort driving to his destination, always finding joys in the beautiful views he comes across. It helped that Dahlia's roads were empty compared to the bigger cities. Less drivers meant that there were less people and their giant metal boxes to worry about.  

It all started with his father. Gabe somehow always made driving a fun experience for himself and David. Whether it be from looking at what other state licenses they could find on the road to stopping by wacky attractions in the middle of nowhere. His favourite had been the game where he had to find new ways to say 'are we there yet', making sure that he hadn't used the same phrase twice. Keeping a rowdy and restless child for those long hours had been a struggle, but Gabe always rose to the occasion. 

He was happy though about it, those memories were some of his favourites with his father. The freedom and joy Gabe emanated was his goal. (Being exactly like his father was his life's goal).

He couldn't wait to make more with him in the driver's seat. 

So when the time came to drive his own car, he was the first one within his age group who got his learner's permit, spending the first hours of being sixteen waiting at the DMV line. He practiced with his father, spending at least an hour on the road daily to make sure he passes his road test on his first try. And his hard work paid off, passing the road on his first try. His gift for such an achievement was a car and being his friends' chauffeur.

He didn't care, his own smile rivaling the sun, even brighter and happier than his future.

tagging: @taelonsamada, @frenchiefitzhere, @romirola, @halscafe (hehehe), @darling-solaire, @dominimoonbeam, @sincerelywhistler, @gingerbreadmonsters, @teafairywithabook and you!!! tag me in your wips!!

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You Will Not Be Mine

“One day, the only butterflies left will be in your chest as you march toward your death, breathing your last breath”

Sam and Darlin’ stumble into the conversation they’ve avoided, the one that spurns on insecurity and uncertainty

A tiredness hugged Darlin’s eyes as they peeled themselves from the formality of the night, stripping away not only clothing, but a small portion of the stress they carried in their very weave. Fingertips pushed into their eyes and rubbing as if it would push away the weary feeling that set in their vision, Darlin' dropped themself on the couch and let their head fall back. Following in behind, Sam swept a hand through tumbling brown locks, a hefty sigh filliing the open space. Tension and tightness sucked up the oxygen between where he stood and where Darlin' sat, suffocating and all-encompassing.

Sam's eyes washed over them, and the tug of war between what he wanted to say and the will to say it raged on within. They coud feel his gaze like a wildfire, burning into them and covering them entirely. "That was...a night," Sam began, closing the door behind himself and shrugging off the suit jacket. "A night indeed," they responded briskly, opening their eyes and sitting up, looking at their fingers, their nails, every line that decorated their skin; they looked anywhere but his eyes. He felt the avoidance like a sinister hand wrapped around his undead heart, fingernails digging in and rending his chest ached. "We won't have to worry about her anymore, at least not face to face." "Yeah, you said that earlier," they mumbled, the fight within the words, but failed by their meek and defeated tone. "And I meant it. I know she can be a grade A bitch, but I could tell she meant it when she said she wouldn't go near you anymore," the imploration in Sam's words licked up the back of Darlin's neck, in a fiery anger. A cold sweat sheened their hands, braced for the argument they could feel breaking the surface tension of their delicately maintained and feigned ignorance. "I'm glad you could trust that, Sam. And I trust you. But I don't trust her. And I don't trust she won't rear her head to make another snide remark. As long as she's a Solaire, she'll be there." "And as long as I'm a Solaire, there will be times that we see her. And that will be infuriating, I know. But if we can at the very least avoid her, not have to talk with her, ever-" The surface tension broke almost cataclysmically. "That isn't the problem, Sam!" Darlin's voice rose as their body did, hands balled up and eyes already beginning to wet, not in pain but in pure, heartaching frustration, the kind of tears that sear into your cheeks as they fall. "Darlin', what do you mean? It was one of the many problems that came from that Summit, but it's not one that we have to worry about anymore. All of the other problems are ones that we will face, together. You just have to talk to me." It almost sounded like begging. Pleading. Sam's hands lay flat in the space between them, palms upright as if bearing himself for them to take and hold and open their fears with him, calmly and level headed. That's not what they needed. Level headed was, at this point, unmanageable. Not after the night they'd had. "God. She still has her perfectly manicured claws sunk into your shoulders," Darlin's hushed voice was laced with so many emotions, it was hard for Sam to know which one was at the forefront of their barbed statement: pained, conquered, hopeless. They felt it all, and it was all too evident. Their hands ran up their own arms and they hugged themself, the warmth of the room nowhere to be felt, their skin shuddering under the chill of their desolation. "And now, they're in me too," they whispered, eyes wide and terrfied. "Darlin'...please..." "She doesn't live out there, Sam. She lives in here." They pointed to their own head, before shaking it as if to rid themself of the thought of her. "That's the game she plays." Sam approached cautiously and slowly, hands now both braced and surrendered, as if Darlin' were rocked by the explosive nature and strength in their utter anguish. As if they were a few wrong words away from shattering before his very eyes. "Only...only if you let her." He was never really good with words. "Let her?" Their laugh was humourless, empty, echoing. It rattled in their chest and left bruises in it's wake, blossoming over their lungs and igniting the air Darlin' breathed. They turned, the anger now shining across their face in terribly warm tears that gave an unpleasant contrast to the cold of their skin.

"To think I'd 'let' her do anything is insane, Sam. Do you hear yourself? Better yet, did you hear her? No. You didn't. But, to recap, after being reduced to your 'conquest', the plaything of yours that you'll be sick of once I'm old and decrepit, and then subsequently called a child, Alexis firmly planted her 'Sam is always going to be mine' flag in the ground. 'I turned him because I want him' she said. The only reason I was saved from that interaction was because fucking Porter came to save the day. Porter!" Sam said nothing. Not yet. He knew their fury wasn't for him, but they needed to let it out. He turned the words over in his head, feeling a numbness in his hands, his fingertips. When it seemed they were done, their words trembling in their veins and their eyes hard on him, chest heaving with the released weight of their words, he let his mouth form the words he carefully thought out. "I could never, ever get sick of you. Your aging means nothing to me-" "I cannot live forever, Sam!"

The silence was louder than anything they could have shouted into the void between. Yet the shout was loud. It was raw, and despairing, tearing through their throat and searing into Sam's heart. The floodgates were well and truly open. "I am dying as we speak," they heaved, unravelling themselves before him desperately, bitterly. There was a venom to their words, and even as it corroded them to say it, they knew it was toward the situation they were in, not truly to pain Sam. They also knew it would pain him regardless.

"Every day that I live, that I breathe and walk and smile and cry and...fucking exist, I am marching on toward a finish line you will never see. Not naturally." Thunderous and ever-howling did the returned silence loom between them. Sam's vision blurred, and he sucked in a sharp breath, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. His weight sat on one hip, as did his other hand, and he tried to choke out something, anything in response. What could he possibly say to that, though? After all, the truth swallowed him whole. "Every time I think about our future, I come to a stand still, right here. At this conversation. I cannot be without you. But I cannot, forever, be with you.

I am going to die alone, Sam. That is an experience you will not share in,"

The silver in Sam's eyes glistened and caught the lamplight, chest heaving, shoulders feeling as if they could collapse him. He had all but frozen, one hand still on his hip gripping as if it were the only thing holding him upright, or stood at all.

Sam couldn’t look at them. If he did, he’d surely fall into the horrible maws of anguish that threatened to swallow him up and lock him in an eternal darkness; as was his world without them.

“Darlin’, I-,” Sam began, his voice falling from some great height and losing itself in his throat, choked up, covering his face with his hand as he let their sobs rock his own body. Something he could share in.

“To give them up- my family, and my form- is to keep you.

To remain myself is to one day give you up.”

The words latched to the open air and seem to taunt the both of them, cruelly taking delight in the joy they stole and the numbing quake they left in turn.

Finally, Darlin’ slumped into the couch once more, and buried their face in their hands, knees tucked in. They were curled up, as if holding themselves tighter could fend off the agony. How were they not empty of tears? The crying seemed as if it would never end.

“I don’t know what to do,” they whispered bleakly, and Sam could only weep harder.

[bp-trio]

you’re watching….

Outfit | Makeup | Hair style | nails

( ALL IN ENGLISH ) ( questions searched on the web about Sol)

"Hey, I'm Sol and this is the Wired Autocomplete interview," Sol said smiling. Sol was given aboard. A medium-sized board where the questions were stuck with a paper and she has to peel it off to open the question. “Let’s see what you all are curious about”

[ UPBEAT MUSIC ]

"Have you ever googled yourself before?" Interviewer.

"No. I try not to."

"Alright, first question," Sol said before carefully peeling off the sticker that was covering the full question that was searched on the web about her.

[ WHAT ]

"What is Sol’s full name? My full name is Solaire Victoria Raeya Ivanov and I know it's a long name. But my parents liked it." Sol answered and smiled.

"What does Sol like in a guy?" Sol chuckled at the question. "Wow, did someone actually search this on the web?" Sol asked as she looked at her staff behind the camera and giggled. "What I like in a guy is honesty and just be good to me."

"What is Sol’s net worth?" Sol smiled at the question. "why do you guys care about this? but to be honest I don't even know what my net worth is."

"What is Sol's zodiac sign?" "Aquarius, I am. Fun fact, I actually share a birthday with Rosé. I was told recently about some of the characteristics of the Aquarius. Think I maybe have like, three of eight."

"What is Sol's phone number?" "That is a question I won't be answering. I don't give my number to anyone. So, it is maybe impossible to get my number. Sorry." Sol said and smiled blandly.

"What is Sol's accent?" Sol laughed at the question. "Honestly I have no idea. I would say British on most occasions. it also depends on where I go. When I got to America. my accent changes to American English and when I'm in Paris, I speak in a Parisian accent. Or these days it feels like I’m getting Aussie accent because of Rose. It is a bit confusing I don't know what my accents are." Sol chuckled.

"What is Sol doing right now?" Sol exhaled and chuckled " Talking to you. that's so funny people would google that. what is Sol doing now, like Google's gonna know"

"What was Sol's first song?" "The very first song I wrote was for my mom on her birthday when I was like six years old, and it was about when I grow up, can I be as pretty as you? when I grow up, can I wear your dress? and still, my parents and my siblings make fun of me sometimes."

Sol throws the medium-sized board on the floor and grabs the one handling to her.

[ DOES ]

"Does Sol have pets?" " Yes, I have 4 pets, three dogs and one cat. I have Shiba Inu named Cain, Samoyed named Chico, white Pomeranian Cece, and a Manx cat named Cleo. I adopted all of them from a rescue shelter. They are my angels."

"Does Sol speak Spanish?" Sol smiled. "Yes, I can speak Spanish because I taught myself and I'm proud of myself for doing that because I can now communicate with my fans who speak Spanish," Sol said and continued smiling as she peeled off the sticker that covers the next question and read it.

"Does Sol play guitar?" "Yes, I do play guitar. In fact, I play a lot of instruments. My grandpa taught me how to play the Violin and Piano. during my trainees days, I learned to play drums, electric guitar, ukulele, recorder, flute, and Saxophone recently. since I have much free time this year because of the pandemic, I spend my time mostly learning new instruments and learning online." Sol answered and nodded.

"Does Sol has tattoos?" "That’s a secret" she giggles, “but I do, I have four tattoos and each one of them has a meaning.”

"Does Sol watch anime?" "Do, and my top three animes are the seven deadly sins, my hero academia, and One Piece."

“Does Sol know how to play games?” “Yes, I love playing games. It’s my hobby.”

[ CAN ]

"Can Sol sing?" Sol laughed at the question. " I bloody hope so, otherwise I have no idea what I'm doing here."

"Can Sol rap?" "Yes, I can rap. I’m the lead rapper in the group."

"Can Sol drive?" "I can drive.  I actually passed my driving test the first time. I do really love the freedom of just getting in your car and going wherever you want."

"Can Sol come to my birthday party?" Sol laughed."I wish I could but I think you would have to speak to my agency and my manager about that."

"Can I date Sol?" Sol laughed and grinned. the staff also laughed "that's an interesting question. Maybe but I think you would have to speak to my agency and my manager about that too." Sol said and shrugged with a chuckle.

[ HOW ]

“Okay last board, How old is Sol?" Sol read off as she peeled the tap. "I'm 26 years old."

"How to get Sol's face?" Sol laughed. "Seriously? I don't know. surgery, I think?" Sol said and shrugged with a chuckle.

"How did Sol become famous?" Sol chuckled. " by releasing good music."

"How many languages can Sol speak?" Sol smiled. "I can speak 7 languages. Korean, English, Japanese, French, Mandarin, Spanish, and Russian I'm hoping to learn Thai and German by next year." Sol answered.

“How does Sol stays in shape? By working out.” She stated. “I don’t like dieting and I was extremely bad at it. When I was training to be a singer, I had this extremely diet and I just failed. I couldn’t resist my love for ice cream.”

“How does Sol keep her hair healthy?” She smiled, “I use a specially made shampoo and conditioner provided by my wonderful stylist aka Lina.”

“Well, that’s it?.” She asked, throwing the cardboard away when the staff members nodded. “It’s been fun! They weren’t as scary as I thought they would be.”

“I hope you enjoyed the video, thank you. Mwah.” She says, staring directly into the lens and blowing a kiss at it.

[haradasaya]

The Swan Princess

Thank you to everyone who has supported me in the journey of this story, it means so much to me!! Specifically thank you to @marcethegeek @halscafe @palilious and @sri-rachaa for being besties with me while writing this!! Love y'all &lt;3

CW: Fem Listener character/Fem Lovely (There will be a gender neutral version once this has been released in it's entirety)

Chapter 1

Vincent pushed open the doors to the war council room, his monarch seated at the head of a long wooden table—the seat reserved for the king of the kingdom of Solaire—glasses set low on his nose, chin set lazily in his hand as he spoke with another noble of their court. Vincent slowed his stride into long, soft steps as he rounded the table towards his king, who ushered away the man he had been speaking to upon seeing his son approaching. Vincent stood at attention before his father, hand pressed in a fist over his heart to salute him. 

“Father, you called for me?”

The king rose from his seat to stand eye to eye with his son, gesturing for him to take the seat to his right. “Ah, my boy. Yes, I did. Would you please join me at our table?”

Vincent moved towards the chair by his father and sat down beside him, hesitant about what his monarch wanted him for with such urgency. “What can I do for you?”

William took off his glasses slowly, setting them down in such a way that conveyed the importance of whatever he was about to say. He exhaled slowly before beginning. “How have you been lately? Keeping up with your duties I presume?”

Vincent forced a smile, unsure of how or if that question would relate to whatever his king had summoned him for. “I have been well, father. Attending to many of the royal inquiries and training with the knights has certainly taken up much of my time and attention.”

“Good, good;” Was all William said, his hand coming to his chin in thought.

“Does something trouble you, my lord?” Vincent asked, desiring to ease the burden of his monarch if it was in his power to do so. 

“No no, nothing troubles me. I simply… well. I believe there is something that we need to speak about.”

Vincent sat forward, leaning his arms against the table. “Go on.”

William sighed. “Well my son, as you already know, I am growing old in years. I knew that a time would come when I would need to pass the crown onto you, but… in light of our past situation, I had simply hoped that there would be more time. Alas, time does not cease, even for those who would wish it so. I believe now is the time that I must begin preparing you to take on the role to which you have been born—and as such, there are things of you which I require.”

Vincent instantly sat up straight, spine completely vertical as he had been taught in his youth—because despite the casual tone with which William spoke, Vincent knew this conversation was not from father to son: but from King to Prince. 

“Given the circumstances of your past, I feel as though we have been more than patient in grieving with you after your loss: but enough time has now passed that I believe you are ready to take the next step toward receiving your crown.”

Vincent inhaled deeply, processing his father’s words. “Please William, speak plainly with me.”

The monarch sighed again, righting himself in his chair and bringing his soft gaze to meet his son’s. “In four days time, the Solaire kingdom will host a ball here in our castle. Of the eligible ladies invited, you are to choose a bride to take the crown with you at your coronation in one week.”

Vincent’s eyes shot wide, his mouth moving to his defense, but William raised a hand to stop him, knowing his son all too well. “This is her family’s will as much as it is my own. Vincent, I know that you loved her dearly, but it is time to let her go. All this grieving has done nothing but drive you away—from me, from your people; and most of all, from your duty. You are still the crown prince of the Solaire Kingdom, and you still have a duty to fulfill.”

“Well, I—” he stuttered, still completely unable to form a thought in reply. Was he really being asked to move on from what had happened like it was nothing? Like he could recover from the loss of his one true love in a measly year? “What if I refuse?” 

“You will not,” was William’s reply. “You will be king, and you will have a queen by your side when you are crowned.”

“Then I do not want the crown!” Vincent said angrily, rising from his chair. “Father, how can you ask such a thing of me?”

His father shook his head, not quite out of disappointment but something close to it. “My son, it does not please me to ask this of you—not when the wounds of your loss are still so deep. When I lost your mother…”

Vincent bit his tongue so hard it bled, the metallic taste in his mouth only adding to the bitterness that he felt. William knew that speaking of his wife and the mother of their child was the quickest way to silencing his son, as Vincent had loved her so dearly. When she fell ill, it was as if the whole world had come crumbling down around them both, losing the little light and warmth that was already so easily lost in the life of a royal. And now, though Vincent would never speak the words aloud, a small part of him despised his father for using her to make his point.

“Well, as I stated before; time goes on. Duties to your kingdom must be fulfilled and order must still be maintained.”

Vincent gawked. “I do not want to do this—”

“It is no longer about what you want, my son. This is about the kingdom’s needs. As much as I would wish it, I will not be alive forever, and I must ensure that your coronation goes smoothly. Your life, this kingdom, and the wellbeing of all whom you serve depends on it.”

William approached his son, placing a hand on his shoulder. It was firm, grounding him to the floor in a way that William hoped would help him see reality, though Vincent truly felt like all William was doing was keeping him from fleeing. “This is no longer a request from father to son, but an order from your monarch.”

Vincent’s heart raced in his chest, his breathing coming too rapidly for him to calm himself, as his mother had taught him to do when he was younger. He didn’t know what to do, what to think. He needed to get himself out of there before he exploded.

“As… as you wish, William.”

The king tried to understand what his son was going through, but the reality was that he could never do so, as his life had been so different from his sons. The love that he’d come to know with his bride had been just as special as the one that Vincent had come to know with his love—and yet despite both their stories ending in tragedy, William knew that getting to spend most of their lives together before losing his wife was nowhere near what his son was dealing with now. He wanted to understand, but the pain of one heartbreak does not rival the pain of two. “This is for the best, my boy. You may not understand that now, but you will. I swear it.”

Vincent simply bowed, ducking below and out of his father’s reach. “As you wish.” He simply repeated. He stood at attention, saluting his monarch once more. “By your leave, your majesty.”

The prince did not wait for a reply from his king, before turning and striding from the war council room, practically running in his hasty retreat from the king’s presence. The guard attending the entrance to the throne room barely had time to swing open the massive wooden doors before the prince forced his way out, his heart deafeningly loud in his chest.

Vincent pressed his palms into the cool stone of the railing that led the way to the war council room, forcing his breath into his lungs as he looked out over the rolling hills and eventual beachy waves and endless ocean that could be seen from the castle. The warm summer wind wrapped smoothly around his face, whipping his hair in every direction, blowing the tassels of his shirt from his chest as they sought to follow the pull of the wind.

How could they ask such a thing of him? Have none of them any compassion? It had only been a year, how could anyone expect him to have simply let go of her? Of all the times they had? Of the love that they’d had? He’d watched his father lose his mother all those years ago, and to this day he still wasn’t the same. Vincent knew, with every fiber of his being, that he’d have been lost forever after the death of his mother if it wasn’t for his love. She’d been the only one to pull him out of the darkness that had begun to fill up his heart. He never thought he’d have to go through that pain even once in his life, let alone twice. 

And the court thought they could ask that of him? Her family had as well implored him to move on from the love he’d had with their only child? What misery! Sorrow so deeply felt is not so easily forgot.

Vincent tasted the blood in his mouth, and reached for his tongue with his finger. His finger returned coated in that crimson liquid, and set off immediately to find a physician to remedy at least this ailment.

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The final golden rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the whole of the magical valley into shadow. The sound of magic whirred through their air, before swirling around a swan floating near the edge of the lake. The dark red and black mist bent and twisted the shape of the animal until it dispersed, leaving in the water a woman, shoes soaked and ankles wet. She lifted her skirts, stepping out of her slippers and sloshing up the beach. A full year as a swan had taken a toll on her heart, but nothing was worse than wearing wet clothes and shoes for the whole night. At least it was summer again, and the nights would be warmer than they had been all winter.

Lovely set her things on the log she’d been using as a makeshift table, having spent some of her lonely nights creating things for herself that reminded her of home. She couldn’t recall the amount of times that she’d written her love’s name in the sand at her feet at the very table she sat at now, praying silently for the day that he’d come rescue her.

A year had passed though, and he’d never come. And despite the glimmer of hope in her heart, she had also accepted her fate, should she spend the rest of her days trapped within this enchantment. It hadn’t been easy at first, and now that a year had passed with no progress, her curse had evolved from simply transforming her into a swan each day to her body beginning to fall ill with each change. It seemed that being cursed to take the form of a swan in the light of the sun, and to never venture too far from the lake that she must return to when she transforms wasn’t punishment enough for whatever unspoken wickedness from her past had gotten her here: now she must spend her few human hours preventing a coughing fit from sending her to an early grave! Just the other night, in the midst of a coughing fit, she had hacked up crimson liquid upon her sleeve, the infection slowly worsening with time. Oh how Lovely wished she had fought back harder against the sorcerer that had done this to her while she still had strength in her bones. Why, even now if he dared show himself, she’d—

“Oh little swan princess?” Came a voice from just beyond the treeline. 

Lovely whipped around to see the approaching form of the one who had cursed her. She hated to admit it, but after all this time alone, with only his voice to quell the ringing silence within and around her, she was just a little bit glad to have someone to talk to, even just for a small moment. Even if he was only here to petition her for something that she was not willing to give. She hated herself for thinking it.

“What do you want, Adam?”

The sorcerer clicked his teeth together. “Now now, there is no need for such hostility. I’ve simply come to check on my darling swan. Yet another night with no sign of your brave prince. Have you finally given up hope that he’s coming to rescue you?”

She balled her fists so tightly she feared her nails would pierce the skin of her palms, but did everything in her power not to show him how deeply his words struck. “I do not need to be rescued.”

“Yes, well. That much is true, lovely.”

Lovely hated that he called her that. Only her prince had called her lovely—hearing the word from Adam’s mouth only poisoned it with each uttering. “I know you do not wish to dally with me in trivial conversation. Have you come to bother me once again with your meaningless pesterings?”

Adam lifted his head and turned it, angling his body away from her as he did so. “My, you are such a feisty one. Always so hasty to send me away despite being your only company. What a terrible princess you must have made.”

Lovely forced a grin. “You know nothing of my being a princess. We had the displeasure of meeting but once, and for whatever Godforsaken reason, you decided that was enough to attempt to steal my kingdom from me.”

“Yes, and quite lucky you are that your charming prince had gifted you that magical amulet that protects you from the brunt of my power. Otherwise, you’d have been my dainty marionette long ago.”

“Such benign tricks seem beneath a grand sorcerer such as yourself, Adam. Are you truly weak enough that a simple gemstone over my heart is enough to prevent you from taking what you want? Oh wait, don’t answer that, I suppose I already know my answer.”

Adam huffed, turning to face the seated princess yet again. “Riling me up will do nothing for your current predicament. You don’t want to see me cross again—unless you’re enjoying the new modification to your curse that I made? I’ve heard that illness of the lungs is untreatable these days.”

Lovely had nothing to say in return, praying that he hadn’t heard her tireless coughing fits by night—or if he had, that he would not speak of them.

“This all could be over tonight if you would but give me what I want, you know. My offer is ever extended, your majesty.”

Lovely turned herself in her chair, facing away from Adam. “And my answer remains the same, or have you forgotten?”

In a moment, his back was pressed to hers, her chin held between his blackened fingers. “I grow tired of your games, little swan. You may have bested me once, but I swear that I will find my way around this little gem of yours,” Adam reached towards her necklace, his blackened fingers burning even just at trying to grab a hold of the pendant, “and I will finish what I started a year ago. Mark my words.”

He released her from his grip, striding away without saying another word. Lovely wiped at her chin, a desperate attempt to get the feeling of his fingers off her… but to no avail. His touch was like venom that creeped into her heart. He wasn’t able to use magic to control her, instead cursing her into changing forms when the sun rose and set. Adam was relentless in his scheme to use her for her kingdom, to use her to invade and seize control of the Kingdom of Solaire, where her prince was.

She would protect him, even if it meant sacrificing her own life. And if that meant she would live the rest of her days as a swan and the rest of her nights alone in the dark forest, then she would do so for him. He deserved to live a happy life. She just wished that she was there to see it too.

And so, when Lovely curled herself into a ball on the makeshift bed she’d crafted for herself, she dreamed of the day when Vincent Solaire would come and save her from this nightmare she’d found herself in.

[triptychgardener]

HOMESTUCK KIDS AND HOW THEY WOULD PLAY DARK SOULS

June: Fairly standard beginner dark souls player, get stuck in Undead Berg for a while until her more experienced friends start dropping her gamebreaking gear and letting her know all the shortcuts. Her build is whatever's handy and useful!

Rose: The one who gave June the items. Has a full walkthrough written by the third day, uses fall cancel quitout tricks to skip past most of Blighttown, and regularly wrongwarps to endgame areas to try and solo Gwyn at Soul Level 1 Darkbead only. Typical speedrunner.

Dave: Tells everyone he was good at the game from the start, but he only got that way by throwing himself at the brick wall of difficulty and stubbornly sticking on to using the beginning Broken Sword because "it's more hardcore that way." Despite it all, becomes very good at the game. Not as good as Rose though.

Jade: Loves exploring! The first to discover the Great Hollow, draws out little maps to try and find all the places where the world interconnects. Cries her eyes out when she has to fight Sif. Eclectic build that somehow still works, keeps the binoculars in her hotbar.

Jane: Unleashes her anger and utilizes a prodigious miracle healing setup to become an unstoppable killing machine. Starts out on the Kindle the Flame ending, with the Princess Guard covenant. but slowly starts to unravel the game after she gets frustrated and throws a dagger at Gwynevere. Starts peeling back the lore with a fine-toothed comb and, in the future, nearly always chooses to let the flame go out.

Jake: Constant Warrior of Sunlight, likes to join co-op sessions and help, but is actually doing that because he's nervous about soloing a boss, and wants to practice a lot before the real thing. Struggles a lot at the start, but somehow always manages to pull in clutch at the coolest moment. Loves Solaire to his dying day and gets utterly heartbroken when he discovers one of Solaire's quest endings. Wrath of the Gods+ Lightning Spear offensive faith build.

Roxy: Mods the shit out of the game when she's not running an absolutely broken build and doing constant Darkmoon invasions, partially for the play and partially because she just really likes Gwyndolin. Probably on NG+7.

Dirk: Isn't actually very good at Dark Souls even though he keeps playing it. Constantly harried by Hal invading him online, and as such has gotten pretty okay at PvP. Uchigatana all the way, keeps trying to go for cool parries but gets flattened. Though he wants to be a lone wolf, he has much more fun playing with friends.

[starlitangels]

Wedding Rings!

@zozo-01 wanted to hear my thoughts on the rest of the boys’ potential wedding rings after my ramble about David’s on EJ’s post so… here we go!

Asher

First of all, this man gets a silicone ring.

He does not trust himself not to utterly ruin a metal one, and silicone is easy to replace and have spares of.

(My husband has two silicone rings. One that’s simple black and came with his real metal wedding ring, and one that’s gunmetal grey with The Mandalorian’s helmet etched into it. It’s actually really cool.)

Asher gets a silicone ring that’s shiny and metallic, but has some Star Trek something etched into it. Whether that be the Enterprise or a quote, IDK

Alternatively he gets something from Halo. Either/or works and fits. We love a nerdy boi

Second alternative: he gets something that closely matches Babe’s. Still silicone but color matching

Milo

Mr. Fashionable. Mr. Stylish.

Milo’s ring is gold.

At least, it looks like it’s gold

In truth, it’s an alloy. Gold is too soft and malleable and even though Milo takes care of his jewelry, he’s also a shifter and knows that a gold ring wouldn’t be practical

He also has a moissanite on his. The band arcs up to the top of the gem so it doesn’t stick out too much from his finger, but there is very much a moissanite.

Milo picked moissanite over a diamond because it’s more ethical, barely lower than a diamond on the hardness scale, and also has a higher brightness index

Y’all. The gem on his ring is reflective and shiny

Maybe Aggro tries to put it in his mouth idk

His and Sweetheart’s anniversary is engraved on the inside of the ring

Sam

Hoo boy! Sam!

Darlin’ gets Sam a ring with meteorite around the middle because his hand doesn’t change as he gets older, therefore he can get a ring that’s hard to resize.

The metal is shiny and durable, and the meteorite is slightly iridescent

It’s comfort fit, with the curved inside, and the edges of the outside are beveled so he can move his fingers without being encumbered.

Gorgeous ring 10/10

Darlin’ argues that his ring does have a stone on it because of the meteorite and Sam always laughs and says it’s not a gemstone so it doesn’t count

Vincent

Mr. Fashionable and Stylish As Well

Vincent’s ring is platinum. Shiny, bright, strong. Expensive

The man likes the finer things in life and his wedding ring should be no exception

The inside is engraved with several significant dates. The day he met Lovely, their first real kiss, the day Lovely turned, the day he proposed, and the day they got married

He also has a large stone on his

Where’s that post about the Solaire rubies so I can properly credit the person? Because that concept lives in my mind rent-free and Vincent absolutely puts his ruby in his wedding ring

Also, comfort fit and beveled outside edges and several extra gemstones lining the middle channel of the ring almost all the way around

Gavin

Gavin’s ring is made of magic so he changes it to match his outfit when he sees fit

The most common though that he seems to prefer the most is a braided band of white, yellow, and rose gold with scattered teeny diamonds

“It goes with everything, deviant!”

If I described all the other designs Gavin morphs his ring into, we’d be here for days

My man is very happy to be taken and he wants it to be visible at all times, thank you very much

Avior

Avior’s ring isn’t a ring��so much as it’s a bunch of silver metal stars embedded with star sapphires that stay clustered loosely around his finger because they’re magic and he wants them to.

Starlight loves it

And so do I

Elliott

Elliott’s got a white-gold wedding ring with constellations etched into it, each star a tiny dot of moonstone

Except Brachium in the Libra constellation. That’s an amethyst

He’s got My Dreamboat and his and Sunshine’s wedding date engraved into the inside

He’s also got the comfort fit, but didn’t like beveled edges so it’s not beveled

Geordi

Geordi’s was hard to come up with, tbh

He has a pretty thin ring, comparatively

He goes for tungsten at first, but it oxidizes quickly so after a couple years he switches over to a cobalt chrome one and leaves the tungsten one for traveling or when he doesn’t want to risk his real ring

He also has Live Long and Prosper engraved to the inside

Ollie

I struggled so hard to think of one for Ollie, I’m not gonna lie

He gives Casual Ring Vibes but I wasn’t sure if that meant he got a tungsten one and didn’t particularly care when it oxidized or he just went simple and got a thin gold band just to show he’s happily taken

He also works with his hands a lot fixing up stuff around the house so he definitely has at least one silicone ring

It’s probably purple

Aaron

I’m sorry

Aaron has the boring classic gold wedding ring

Thick band. Straight fit. No beveling

Nothing over-the-top

I’m sorry

I just can’t see him with anything Extra™

He’s a great character but the Milquetoast Ring Vibes™ are... well. They’re there.

Guy

Guy also gets a silicone ring. His has a pizza slice etched into it, or it’s literally pizza patterned.

The man chose an aesthetic and he stuck to it

Honey gets to roll their eyes at it forever

Huxley

The boi’s got a white gold ring with a band of polished, dark wood running around the middle

He wears a green silicone ring with a tree on it when playing sports or working out

Comfort fit all the way

Damien

His ring is yellow gold and studded with five small yellow-orange topazes

Topaz is one of the gems that forms in lava tubes

That mix of Earth and Fire, y’know? ;)

Oh wait... were we talking canon or non-canon?

Eh. Who cares

Also wears a silicone ring when working out. His is red

Lasko

White. Gold. Boi

He keeps it simple

There’s an anniversary engraving inside his, but that’s it

Beveled edges and comfort fit all the way

He’s at a computer all the time let his finger be comfortable

James

Platinum babyyyy

We love a classy, high-brow look for our professional businessman Telepath

I wasn’t gonna include him at all but then I remembered his Imperium listener so here you go

He doesn’t really do anything super special. There’s no engraving or etching or stones, but it is Quite Shiny™ on his hand and Very Noticeable

The man is taken and he is going to flaunt it

Morgan

Morgan doesn’t work with his hands much in his day-to-day life, but he still prefers the practical

He goes for a cobalt chrome ring with a thin gold band around the center, preferring the durability over expense or flash, and the ribbon finish rather than the polished finish so scratches are barely noticeable unless someone’s really examining it close up

Beveled edges and comfort fit definitely

Engraved inside is “Into the Future with You” and his wedding date

Sh!+ I almost perfectly described my actual husband’s wedding ring

And there you have it!

[gingerbreadmonsters]

cu-wip-osity tag game <3

i'm not apologising for the pun. thank you to the gorgeous @pinksparkl for the tag - your wips all sound absolutely WONDERFUL!! i do hope mine don't disappoint - some of these have been burning in google docs hell for, uh, some time... they're vaguely in order of how recently i looked at them, but it's not exactly perfect lol

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them, and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

easy pickings - the follow-up to resist and elongate. vega and warden being their usual, nauseously-adorable, violently-murderous selves while tying the (metaphorical and literal) knot.

solution euphoria - my beloved companion cube au! i read LAB RAT and i was never the same again. what if vindemiator had stayed to help attack the imperial palace?

kiss the ring - imagine if the solaire house had, like, a jewellery shop underneath it. now imagine vincent and lovely wandering around in there and flirting a bit. it's good isn't it

hold 'em - this is the gavin bondage fic i mentioned the other day! there's a chair, there's some rope, you know the drill. i have a note at the beginning that just says "glasses???", but there's nothing in the actual text that matches with that, so i guess he's wearing glasses of some sort...? idk i'll figure it out

slip of the tongue - ngl this is basically my gavin appreciation document, it's kind of just non-stop kissing for a few thousand words. there's a thin pretense of plot but that's really all it is

captive audience - vega and warden domestic bliss: the fic. this is basically a short side story for easy pickings (above), because i wanted to write this particular scene but it doesn't quite fit. they have breakfast, it's cute, until you remember what they like to eat for breakfast and then it's decidedly less cute and more horrifying.

extracurriculum - i think zo put me up to this? lovely and vincent having some alone time in one of the empty stairwells at DAMN. it's exactly what it sounds like.

thicker than water - ooh i have not looked at this for a WHILE! this is much more violent than i normally go in for, but it's basically vincent and alexis beating each other into the floor for a few thousand words. i guess i was having an off day?

rose and cherry red - believe it or not, i haven't TOTALLY abandoned to the egress! - this is part of that series! it's essentially just sam waxing poetic about his life for a bit, i guess. unfortunately, i'm not great at writing sam and i'm not particularly into him, so it's taking literally forever lmao

hometown hero - i'm sure you're all familiar with @sri-rachaa's wonderful southern siblings au, where sam is lovely's older brother, and this is basically an offshoot of that. oh, family left behind.

out of my head - i think alexis deserves to be olivia newton-john every once in a while. also i was listening to the song and i thought she would like it, so here we are.

technicolour - gavin nolastnamegiven meets 'if i only had a brain' from the wizard of oz. i like to think that he doesn't think he's good enough, and then that thought makes me sad, so this exists to remind me that he IS good enough.

no-pressure tags: @zozo-01 @autisticempathydaemon @romirola @lovelylonerliterature @haradasaya @bicyclepainting 💕💕💕💕💕💕

[bratty-telepath]

Ok ok ok, so, with talk about a desire for a Castle and redacted crossover that the people *rightfully* should want. I wanna throw my hat in the game since my bitch ass basically rambled it all over twitter right to Castle's face so I might as well share the goods with Tumblr. As such, I present…

The Castle/Redacted Crossover AU – a.k.a the Rook AU

Here's the deets about this AU:

As of last night's audio, Darlin•Darren and Castle!SH are the same person in this crossover. Darren's parents had divorced sometime ago and while Darlin was in custody of their dad in Dahlia, his mom adopted Claire back in their hometown. Darren thus frequents between being a Shaw pack member and a Greene Pack member but holds love for Claire and David regardless of their circumstances (they just show it more to Claire cuz sister privileges).

FL and Dear are both online friends who discovered the magical world together and exchange what they both know about it via messages to one another, they both ship each other with their respective speakers to the other's embarrassment. They love each other tho🧡

Celine is William's maker (the discord knows this shit and I'm taking it from there to here). They used to be a thing and Celine turned him after he was on the brink of death(unspecified). That makes her Madame Solaire actually even though William holds the title of king. She loves all the others of the Solaire clan and loves Lovely.

Lasko and Rose both went to DAMN together! Rose attended for a final mandatory year over at DAMN in the same year that Lasko semi-got his shit together and they both were study buddies! Rose moved on from Dahlia but Lasko stayed. They still text each other sometimes tho!

The Shaw and Greene Packs both have avid communication with each other in the fact that Darren is a member of both packs. Asher and Beth have set up a personal communication between them called Beta support that in reality just is a groupchat with Beth, Asher, Beautiful and Baaabe.

David and Claire both work with each other in David providing security for Claire's blood transportation operation and Claire networking with the Shaws and the Solaires to provide vampires in Dahlia with the same resources that Glenwood has. Claire and David also playfully bicker with each other about who has a better beta. Neither have broken the tie.

Darren is dating Sam and Genevieve–best believe the poly goes everywhere with me–Gen and Sam are also dating, they're a throuple and it's cute as hell. Gen also spends time with the Solaires when she can and is besties with Lovely.

You might be thinking about it but no, Quinn and Rachelle don't work together on account of how I've written Quinn in my head. He enjoys the power he gets from being a vampire and with Rachelle's story going on, it seems as though she wants to return to being a human, they both want very different things but have interacted when they need something from each other.

Ranger, Claire and Sadhil•SH do know each but ranger doesn't like Sadhil(they do like each other, they're just rivals) on account that they're very defensive about their territory in Glenwood. Sadhil and Claire did once work on a case together out in Glenwood regarding a previous case where Shifters were believed to have gone rogue. She and Sadhil both teamed up and their dynamic can be summed up to "you're so annoying that I would actually kiss you to shut you up". If you couldn't tell, this is the Milo/SH/Claire/Ranger agenda. They're all shits to Milo and it's cute.

Morgan and Beautiful know each by virtue of their organizations crossing paths with one another a lot. They're both besties who talk about Beth and Seer a lot.

Gavin and Celine know each other from their many travels and they've both met up once or twice and have had lovely conversations about the nature of immortality and their places in the world as it evolves. They're friends :3

That's all for now folks!

[purplesurveys]

1844

What did you have for dinner tonight?: It's only 10 AM, but last night we went to Solaire to watch Miss Saigon and we went with an Asian spread. I got bao, rice paper rolls, and pad thai.

If you were given a million dollars, what would you spend it on? I'd keep a good portion of it as savings and not touch it until I'm like, 65; the rest I would give to my parents.

Have you ever cried in front of your parents over a boyfriend or girlfriend?: Nope.

What does your bedroom smell like right now?: Like coffee, I'm guessing.

Have you ever shaved off your eyebrow before?: I've never done that but I did have trichotillomania growing up so I had phases where I was missing chunks of my eyebrows.

Do you want to have a boy or girl whenever you have kids?: Girl.

Your pregnant with twins: What do you name them?: Definitely not similar names like Kaye and Kate as it would only make me more confused haha.

Describe your outfit.: Only in loungewear today as I'm at home, but last night I had on a dark green halter dress that went down to a bit above my knees. It also had a slit on the left leg side. I wore black heels and a small black shoulder bag as well.

What gigabyte is your memory card?: I haven't had a hard drive since high school, even though I know I really should invest in one.

What brand is your digital camera?: I don't own a digicam but damn if those things aren't seeing a resurgence lately. I might be the only one in my age group left who still doesn't have one.

When was the last time you hung out with your best friend?: Angela came over last month just to hang out and have some heart to hearts here and there.

What is a movie you're waiting to see?: I've been meaning to watch The Iron Claw. It's not all the time that a movie centered around wrestling gets to be produced and becomes critically-acclaimed at that, so I'm looking forward to seeing it.

Who was the last person to cook something for you?: Apart from the crew at Solaire lol, my mom.

Do you ever sit and think what if about something?: Sure, I think it's inevitable to come across those thoughts every now and then.

If so, what is it?: It's always very different. Like what if we're one of those families able to migrate, what if Kimi was still alive, what if I chose to be a journalist...there's a million scenarios with a million possibilities and how actively my mind runs I could be thinking about anything.

What’s on tv right now?: My own TV isn't it but I know my sister is watching some streamer play video games in the living room TV.

Do you ever stop and smell the roses?: Sure, if I remember to.

Where do you download music from?: I listen to music on Spotify but never download cause it'd take up so much storage if I were to download all the albums I like.

How many channels do you have on your tv?: Don't really throw around the word 'channels' anymore, but as for apps we have subscriptions to and regularly use it'd be Netflix, YouTube, Disney+, Prime, Apple TV, and quite recently this local sports channel since it's the only one in the country that airs WWE live.

What are you most scared of?: Getting cancer or dementia. < This, but these circumstances happening to my family. I honestly don't think I'd care as much if it happened to me.

If you were given a chance to bring someone back to life, who would you choose?: No one. If it's their time, it's their time; and I don't want to fuck around with grief.

Do you talk to any of your ex boyfriend/girlfriend?: Nope.

If so, which one?:

What is your mom doing right now?: I think she's on her phone just reliving our Miss Saigon experience last night haha. I'm glad she really enjoyed it! She watched the 2000 Manila tour – it was still Lea Salonga playing Kim - and I call out Lea cause she set such a high standard for Kim; and it made me worried that her Gen X self might end up simply comparing the 2024 show to what she watched 24 years ago.

I was happy and relieved it wasn't the case and she had so much fun. As for me my soft spot was hit all evening knowing that she originally watched with my dad, and now she got to watch the play with her three kids.

Are you currently listening to music?: I'm not.

What is the weather like right now?: I mean it's your typical weather in the Philippines in April. Approaching 40C, humid, uncomfortably and nearly painfully hot.

Do you like new music or older music?: I think it's a good mix.

Do you agree that abortion is wrong?: No.

If you could make a law, what would kind of law would you make?: I just wanted to get rid of e-bikes on highways but the government has already been on that so yay hahaha.

What was the last video game you played?: Mario Kart 8 on the Switch.

What is currently going on in the room you're in right now?: Apart from me taking this, noting.

Do you know where your best friend is?: I'm almost certain she is at home as it is still quite early.

Who was the last person to comment you on Facebook?: Angela, I think.

What is your display picture of on Facebook?: Me posing in front of the Impact Arena in Bangkok a few hours before Yoongi's concert.

Do you ever sit and think about the past?: Just occasionally.

If you could relive any moment in time: what would it be?: Let's go with a recent memory – Wrestlemania Sunday with 200 Cody-crazed fans watching the ref count to three.

Are you a talker or a listener?: Listener.

What is one food you will not eat?: Mango.

Do you eat anything now that you never used to eat?: Curry and wasabi.

Have you ever kissed the same sex?: Yes.

When does school start this year?: Haven't been in school since 2020.

What genre of music do you refuse to listen to?: Country. Which is why it's taking me forever to take on Cowboy Carter hahaha.

Do you ever shout for absolutely no reason?: I don't think so. If I scream it's always for a reason lol.

Have you stuck with your new years resolution?: I don't make em.

Do you need to lose any weight right now?: No. If anything I need to gain some. I was well under 100lbs at my last physical exam and the nurses also told me I had low blood pressure which had to do with my weight, so it might be healthiest to gain a few pounds.

What is something you want right now?: I wish I can just stay at home but alas I've been booked the last few days haha. Saturday - Work event Sunday morning - Wrestlemania Saturday Monday morning - Wrestlemania Sunday Tuesday - Miss Saigon Wednesday - Afternoon out with Bea and Kata Thursday & Friday - Work Saturday - Rest Sunday - Work event

Even then it's still kinda hard to be excited about Saturday because I know it's sandwiched between two busy days anyway.

Do you hate when you see teachers in stores?: I don't hate it but I also don't wish for it to happen.

What always puts a smile on your face?: My dogs.

Where can I find you on a Saturday night?: At home with a cup of coffee.

What is the best thing about Sundays?: The free time - for the most part, at least.

What is your music provider (itunes, windows media player): I just use Spotify.

How many songs do you have?: I don't download songs.

When was the last time you had a period?: Two weeks ago.

Why do you think the sky is blue?: Idk.

If you could change the sky to any color which would you choose?: I wouldn't change it. We get different colors already anyway.

Is there anything wrong with you right now?: I mean I'm running on 2 hours of sleep so I don't super particularly feel my best rn but I think I'll manage.

Do you hate when people stare at you?: It bothers me a little bit, yeah.

What always makes you angry, no matter what?: Toddlers throwing a tantrum.

[exaltatuss]

"Isn't that a abuse of power?" Of course Ruby removed the mask, now sounding normal again. "And I can see why you care about her so much. She has a nice personality and a pretty curvy body, but..."

Hence Ruby removing the cape and showing what shirt she chose to wear for this particular trip. Even putting an ae

"...but we both know who remains your favorite."

"Nah, pretty sure it isn't." Chione pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "Pretty sure its well within reason though, especially since Solaire got beat up. And with a bit of talk here and there, I can probably up the bounty for it too."

... Okay, that might be somewhat an abuse of power too, but hey, nothing too major.

"... Heh. You're right on those regards." She pointed out, already groping the Rose's ample sized mounds unabashedly.

"Though you kinda sound like you're feeling jealous, hm?" Of course she'd start teasing, too.

[shallahi-and-snowflake]

My analyses and ramblings are to be tagged with #radiant ramblings rotomblr.

This is also my work-in-progress inventory page.

I have:

• Stationery.

• A pink diamond the length of one of my own, relatively long forearms, from Brightness Rochelle of @princesscut-carbink.

• A Perfect Diamond gem about the size of my thumb from Quasar of @rogue-nebula, during Discreet Deliberd 2023.

• A blue feather, an orange feather, and a green feather, from @swordsofunova (2-6-24)

• A plush Shark whose name is Shivers. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A plush Sylveon named Tali, after Talenel, Herald of Soldiers. The name is inspired by Barry the Harmonium Bomb, partnered to Rose Waite of @hisuianhellion. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A belt-affixed charge pack for Radianting. I have found that Electric Energy can be used in place of Stormlight. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A Reshiram Pokeshi Doll named Raana (Aon Aan, “Truth, Fact”) made by Rose Waite of @hisuianhellion for Deliberd Day 2023!

• A Reshiram plush whose name is Tanali, after Talenel, Herald of Soldiers, received from Kittsu of @kittsu-and-company on Deliberd Day 2023!

• A handmade Green Squawkabilly plush named Shauka-Daughter-Shallahi, named after Shauka-Daughter-Hasweth, renowned Shin Logicmaster. Received from @plushanon on January 9, 2024.

• A Crocheted Espurr named Klaus Jr. from Champion Kieran of @not-gonna-lose!

• A Zygarde Pokeshi Doll named Tazia, after Talenel, Patron of Stonewards, carved by Idoli of @ghostlycombee!

• A Great Ball stress ball from the Johto League gift shop, from Maria of @lumenflowered!

• A Pikachu/Jigglypuff hybrid plushie named Jesadon, after Jezerezeh, Herald of Kings, coloured with the hex code ffe1e9, received from Hex Plush anon!

• A Carbink plush named Vedata, after Vedeledev, Herald of Medicine, received for Random Acts of Kindness Day!

• A Luxray plush named Shallahidi that is six inches tall and modeled after my full Luxray form, from @plushanon! (2-18-24)

• A little plush copy of me named Sealahi, (Aon Sea, “Chastity, Faithfulness”) that is six inches tall and based off of my hybrid form, from @plushanon! (2-29-24)

• A little plush of a Sopping Wet Litten named Chashara, after Chanaranach, Herald of the Common Man, received from an anon.

• A plush of Mors, for some reason. It’s very durable, apparently. (It’s since been ripped to shreds.)

• A six-foot-tall Shinx plush named Battani, from Randomly Generated Anon!

• Various forms of currency that I slightly collect on my travels.

• A well sealed jar of dried Skittynip.

• Two small wooden statues, one a Midday Lycanroc, and the other a Snowy Castform, from @sinnohs-eve.

• A sphere-cut gemstone containing a Cryptic (she/her) of some form. She doesn’t have a name yet.

• An hourglass-like device that works like a Slider bubble, from Mystic Anon: “For an hour of contained time, open and flip the hourglass within. Anyone within 3 meters of the orb joins you in time beyond time. When the hourglass empties, it resumes from when you left off as though nothing happened. It takes a week to recharge, and the sands will glow gold once more when ready."

• A roll of duct tape nabbed from Pebbin the Nabber!

• A Pink Plort(?) from a very Far Range, courtesy of Slime Rancher Anon!

• Two weighted blankets (~15lbs each) from Ren Amamiya @chaos-cousins!

• A rather battered copy of Root, a board game, courtesy of @the-craftsman-and-mover.

• An Abomasite from Acer of @yveltalreal!

• A set of strong chewlery from Hybrid Dynamics!

• A Luxray-ear headband, that I wouldn’t be averse to giving away!

• A small plush of Sword!

• The Handstime robotic exoskeleton, built by Quasar @rogue-nebula, that I use in order to have hands of my own.

• A Shinx plushie that Mx. Plush (@plush-anon) gave to me!! Her name is Tshikri!!!

• A bunch of shiny gemstones I convinced Mister Loopy to give me!! (Arséne Lupin III)

• Ten of each Tera Shard, kept in a secure, shielded box.

• A Luxray plush, whom I need to name, made by an alternate Dai.

• A pressurised tank filled with Catness!

• Shadow Blade:

Shadow Man's Special Weapon. It is a a large shuriken (throwing star) that shrinks into a holding device when not in use. The device can be worn as a gauntlet, or integrated into pre-existing armor. (From Dr. Wily’s World Domination Event.)

• TM W24 Shadow Blade:

Shadow Man's Special Weapon. The user throws a shuriken, dealing damage, which then returns to the user on the second turn, dealing damage to the target again. (From Dr. Wily’s World Domination Event.)

• A reverse-voodoo plush of Em.

• A hand-mirror that shows your Shadow or Persona!

FORMERLY OF RESEARCH TEAM BRIDGERUNNERS:

• A plush of myself named Shalon, roughly six inches tall, made and delivered by @plushanon. -Radiant Luxray.

• An itemcrafting kit, with a cauldron, emera dust, glass orbs and lenses, various kinds of sticks, some cloths, and everything else necessary for making basic equipment!

• A set of research tools, including a Connection Lens.

• Two “MILF HUNTER” shirts, one made for Luxray form, the other for hybrid form.

• A plush of myself named Thikir, about the same height, and made and delivered by the same person. -Cryptic Unown O.

• Two Team Bridgerunners badges and scarves.

• The Team Bridgerunners rallying flag. NOTE: No longer in possession; now being used by Scholarly Luxio of Research Team Moonlight.

SECTION END.

A variety of Seeds from the Thunder Continent, including:

• Warp Seeds.

• Joy Seeds.

• Reviver Seeds, both tiny and normal.

• Energy Seeds.

• Life Seeds.

• Stun Seeds.

• Heal Seeds.

• Eyedrop Seeds.

• Totter Seeds.

• Blast Seeds.

• A single Empowerment Seed.

• A device meant to play Journeysong albums from the Thunder Continent.

A variety of Journeysong albums, including:

• Rescue Team DX by Blastfire.

• Explorers of Time, Darkness, and Sky by Floor 98.

• Stormy, Blazing, and Shining Adventure Squad by Thundershock Cipher.

• Gates to Infinity by Tenacious Trepi-dation.

• Super Mystery Dungeon by Voidsnared.

Books, including:

• Various in-depth textbooks on Realmatic Theory and Investitural Mechanics from Silverlight.

• The Words Of Founding, all eighty-plus volumes in compact formats, from Scadarial.

• The entire pentalogy of The Belgariad, by David Eddings, from Quasar of @rogue-nebula during Discreet Deliberd 2023.

• A set of books on Iuncturology and Mysteriology from the Thunder Continent.

• A set of books on Thunder Continent cultures.

• A set of care guides for planting and growing the specialised Seeds from the Thunder Continent.

• A Comprehensive Guide to Items, by Acacia the Meganium of Team Seedlings, from the world of the Thunder Continent.

A set of influential volumes from Roshar, including:

• The Way of Kings, by Nohadon.

• Words of Radiance, author unknown.

• Oathbringer: My Glory, My Shame, by Dalinar Kholin.

• Rhythm of War, by Navani Kholin and Raboniel.

• Hessi’s Mythica.

Clothing of various sorts, including:

• An Alethi military jacket of Kholin colours that I have made my own with embroidery and pins. It belonged to a member of the Cobalt Guard who I had looked up to. There is a fabric glyphward sewn into the sleeve. Instead of a prayer, it reads: Zeradoreh. Helah. Abara. Kalak. “Stormlight binds (our) family eternally.” A reminder.

• A takama, an Alethi garment that is effectively the same thing as a kilt.

• A havah, a fancy dress, for special occasions.

• A Scadrian mistcoat.

• Various types of casual clothing from this world. Most are from the Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, (12-7-2023).

• My glasses, gold-plated mixed-metal frames with flat lenses. I don’t necessarily need these anymore, but I like wearing them.

• A small amount of various sorts of jewellery, such as hair-combs, hair-pins, necklaces, brooches, bracelets, and rings. Garnet is a running theme in pieces with gemstones.

• Some minor articles of clothing like gloves and scarves, some for humans, some for Pokemon. Several of such items are from the Café et Couturière Violet.

• Various sorts of shoes, sandals, and boots. I particularly like wearing a pair of boots that I bartered off of a former scout-turned-bridgeman. I wonder if he’s still wearing the ones I gave him…

• Work uniforms issued by the Nimbasa City Rail Depot.

• Wayne’s Lucky Hat.

• A fancy hat from Hattie:

• A case of Seolish Soul Stamps of unknown properties.

Names I picked up:

• “Weaver of Light,” from Solaire the Ho-Oh.

• “Illusionist Trainer,” from Solaire the Ho-Oh.

• “Lost Lightweaver,” from Igor of the Velvet Pokemon Center.

• “Radiant Luxray,” from a certain Hoppip from the Thunder Continent.

• “Cryptic Unown O,” from a certain Piplup from the Thunder Continent.

Hello! Sorry about the roughness of my blog, I mostly just used this one for lurking before I ever thought to get in on anything.

I’m Shallahi, I’m… around… Nanish-er, that’s 20 years old, I think? (Years, months, days, and hours are different where I’m from.) I’m human, Thaylen/Alethi, but I have longer eyebrows than most half-Thayleni. (Yes, long eyebrows is a weird thing here. I tend to wear them over my ears, if that’s a good image to use as a metric.) I’m from Kharbranth, also known as the City of Bells. I’m a Knight Radiant (something like a “Champion” for a smaller, less powerful being. I’m of the Sixth Order, a Lightweaver), a Worldhopper (a “Faller” with more agency in where they go, basically), a collector of stories and knowledge and a lover of food and adventure!

I use she/her, and by your standards of gender, I would be transfeminine. (I transitioned by accidentally taking in an entire lamp’s worth of Stormlight, so no need to worry about HRT access, thank goodness. It’s such a shame that others can’t just breathe in magic and—poof! Be properly aligned to their Spiritual aspect.)

I may say words that don’t make sense to you, or don’t fit in the context you’d use them in, that’s just a consequence of the mixing of my own vocabulary and knowledge that I took with me here, me learning new words and assuming their meaning, and the Connection tricks I use to help learn new languages.

I said I was a Worldhopper earlier; don’t worry, while yes I might steal away to Scadarial or elsewhere for a bit, I’m making this world with weak storms, static grass, and colourful fluffy creatures my home. Like Shinovar but with more colour and less ksenophobia!

Now for you, Snowflake!

Mmmmm…

Ah! I am called “Snowflake” or “Snowy,” (She/Her) and I am a Patternspren or Crypticspren. A spren is… mmmm… a small fragment of a God. Not your gods, mind you. I am bonded to Shallahi, who you have already heard from. This world is strange to us. There is no Shadesmar, no Cognitive Realm that we could find. This means that I am just a Pattern on a dress or other form of clothing. I am dictating my words to Shallahi. Mmm… unfeminine. (SH: Don’t listen to that stupid old book, it’s full of lies.) I like lies. You know this. (SH: Then why let those lies dictate your life?) Mmm… I am called Snowflake because that is how my Pattern looks. This is everything I can think to say.

I’m also partnered with three Pokemon:

• Svirak-Daughter-None, a Squackabilly (She/Her).

• Zeradin, a Blitzle (They/He).

• Zan, a Dwebble (He/Him).

//No proshippers, no TERFs, no NSFW stuff. I don’t really want drama, I just want to have fun. Oh, yeah, also, POTENTIAL COSMERE SPOILERS!

[thevoilinauttheory]

Day 24: Travel

[ Solaire and Ashe enjoy traveling the the world when they can, but their favorite place to travel to and explore is Yanxia. Solaire typically brings along canvases and paints to paint scenery during their stays. ]

[haradasaya]

WIP WEDNESDAY BABEY

Hello, tis I, Saya, back from hell

It's been entirely too long since I've done one of these, so I figured I'd get back into it with the literal first thing that I've written in ages lmao

DISCLAIMER:

This is a Fantasy AU with Vincent and Lovely as protags — Sam and Darlin are also in it — so is William — and Adam — It is inspired by Swan Lake, and another audio script with a similar theme written by LupinScripts, so please don't come after me if you see similarities lol it was a huge inspiration for me — THIS IS A M/F VERSION BUT I WILL HAVE A M/A VERSION WHEN I RELEASE THE WHOLE FIC ON AO3 —

——— TAG LIST ———

@epsi-l0n @sri-rachaa @halscafe @ashs-stars @palilious

Without Further Adieu, here is Saya's Swan Lake: a Tale of Vincent and Lovely

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Vincent pushed open the doors into the throne room, his monarch seated upon the gold throne of the kingdom of Solaire, his glasses perched low over his nose as he spoke with another noble of their court. Vincent’s shoes clicked in rhythm as he strode towards his king, and when William finally saw him, he ushered away the man he had been speaking to. Vincent stood at attention before his father, hand pressed in a fist over his heart to salute him. 

“William, you called for me?”

The king rose from his throne, stepping down the few stairs before the throne to stand eye to eye with his son. “Ah, my boy. Yes, I did. Would you please take a seat with me at our table?”

Vincent moved towards the chairs at the war table within the throne room, and sat across from William, hesitant about what his monarch would need him for so urgently. “What can I do for you?”

William took off his glasses slowly, setting them on the table in such a way that conveyed his emotion greater than his words. “How have you been lately? Keeping up with your duties I presume?”

Vincent forced a smile, unsure of how that question would relate to whatever his king had summoned him for. “I have been well, sire. Attending to many of the royal inquiries and training with the knights has certainly taken up much of my time and attention.”

“Good, good;” Was all William said, his hand coming to his chin in thought.

“Does something trouble you, my Lord?” Vincent asked, eager to be of help to his Master in any way that he could. 

“No no, nothing troubles me. I simply… well. I believe there is something that we need to speak about.”

Vincent sat forward in his chair. “Go on.”

William sighed. “Well you see, I am growing old in years. I knew that a time would come when I would need to pass the crown onto you, but I had hoped that there would simply be more time. Alas, time does not cease, even for those who would wish it so. I believe now is the time that I must begin preparing you to take on the role to which you have been born, and as such, there are things of you which I require.”

Vincent sat back in his chair, spine completely vertical as he had been taught—because for some reason, Vincent felt as though this conversation was less of a talk from father to son, and more from King to Prince. 

“Given the circumstances of your situation, I feel as though we have been more than patient in grieving with you after your loss: but enough time has now passed that I believe you are ready to begin taking the next steps towards receiving your crown.”

“Please William, speak plainly with me.”

The monarch sighed again, righting himself in his chair and bringing his icy gaze to meet his son’s. “In four days time, I am hosting a ball here in the castle. Of the eligible ladies invited, you are to choose a bride to take the crown with you during your coronation in one week.”

Vincent’s eyes shot wide, his mouth moving to his defense, but William raised his hand to stop him, knowing his son all too well. “This is her family’s will as much as it is my own. Vincent, I know that you loved her dearly, but it is time to let her go. All this grieving has done nothing but drive you away—from me, from your kingdom, and most of all, from your duty. You are still the crown prince of the Solaire Kingdom, and you still have a duty to fulfill.”

“Well, I—” he stuttered, still completely unable to form a thought in reply. Was he really being asked to move on from what had happened like it was nothing? Like the loss of his one true love was something that a measly year could recover? “What if I refuse?” 

“You will not,” was William’s reply, “You will be king, and you will have a queen by your side when you are crowned.”

“Then I do not want the crown!” Vincent said angrily, rising from his chair. “Father, how can you ask such a thing of me?”

His father shook his head, not out of anger but out of another emotion that Vincent couldn’t read. “My son, it does not please me to ask such a thing of you—not when the wounds of your loss are still so deep. When I lost your mother…”

Vincent bit his tongue so hard it bled, the metallic taste in his mouth only adding to the bitterness that he felt. William knew that speaking of his wife and the mother of their child was the quickest way to silencing him, as Vincent had loved her so dearly. When she fell ill, it was as if the whole world had come crumbling down around them both, losing the little light and warmth that was so easily lost in the life of a royal. And now, though Vincent would never speak the words aloud, he despised his father for seeming to use her to make his point.

“Well, as I stated before; time goes on. Duties to your kingdom must be fulfilled and order must still be maintained.”

[softredrobin]

ren's redacted hand series - vincent

So I finally got here... Sorry it took so long. Besides the amount of art I was doing for non-redactedverse things, These hands were by far the most complex with the patterns, and I put more deliberation into the poses, flowers, and quotes than I have for any of the previous sets. I also cried at least twice while working on them. Here we are, finally!

The first of them all, Dahlia's Vampire Prince, Vincent Solaire.

These quotes are from Flirty Vampire Talks You Through the Aftermath (37:52) and from Inversion | The Void They Leave Behind (31:42) Sorry not sorry? It's an important one...

You know what's below the cut.

These four flowers:

Angel's Trumpet: vivacity, vibrance

Smilax: loveliness

Ambrosia: love is reciprocated

Rose (red): true love

Rose (blue): mystery, attaining the impossible, love at first sight

To start, angel's trumpet. While it had the meanings listed, it also can mean danger. Lovely, as a Listener, has been through so much shit, and come out stronger for it. Angel's trumpets are Lovely's signature flower, to me.

Smilax is very straightforward! Smilax...actually isn't really a flower? It's a berry, and it's usually used as greenery or filler in bouquets. But I couldn't pass it up! Sometimes the obvious choice is the right one.

Ambrosia is actually one I saved for these two! It is a little reference to Seduced and Bitten by a Flirty Vampire in Your Bed, where Vincent literally uses the word "ambrosia" to describe Lovely's blood. For a spicy feeding video, that one has quite a few tender quotes which I considered.

Like with Gavin, roses are a flower I associate heavily with Vincent. It's the classic romance sort of thing, you know? Red roses for true love, because let's be real... if Vincent and Lovely aren't true love, who is? Blue is a bit more complex: mystery for Lovely's disbelief in Vincent's vampirism, attaining the impossible for Lovely's latency and later Turning. Love at first sight gets complicated - I actually do not see these two as a love-at-first-sight kind of pairing. However, they are a connection-at-first-sight pairing (maybe even an infatuation-at-first-sight?).

There's not much for me to say about the hand positions, but I will tell you that the second one (the eternity quote) is actually referenced from about Five Million images of couples holding hands while sleeping. If you thought it looked looser than most, congrats! You're right, cuz it is. Vincent has three (three!) sleep aid videos - and yes, I'm counting the nightmare comfort as a sleep aid, because I absolutely have it on my sleep aid playlist.

Vincent was, to absolutely no one's surprise (since I'm pretty sure this is fairly common), my introduction to Redacted ASMR. I actually started with getting Flirty Vampire Talks You Through the Aftermath in my recommended, and then immediately went to Sadistic Vampire and Flirty Vampire Fight Over You in order to figure out what this was the "Aftermath" of. That video has a special place in my heart and not just because it's Sam's first ever appearance and I was really happy to use a quote from it here.

That said, sorry but not sorry for using an Inversion video. I consider that quote to be the most emotional and impactful of Vincent and Lovely's story so far, and I had to include it.

Now, both of these quotes by themselves are fantastic. However, together, I think they give something a little more. These quotes are both pieces of Lovely's transformation from one empowered to the next - from latent to awakened electro-energetic, and from electro-energetic to vampire. Lovely's character arc is about hardship, perseverance, recovery, and the people who are there to help you through it... Lovely and Vincent's story means a lot to me, and while I'm saddened at the circumstances of this latest transition, I'm excited to follow along through the next chapter of their story.

I'd do notable quotes but there are... a lot of them. So I won't. If you've read this far, thank you for reading through my ramblings! I know I said a lot. I put a lot of careful consideration into this set, so the rambles...reflect that. :-)

[hhoneyglasss]

bloodstream

notes: howdy!! here’s the alexis ver. of this lil’ mini series i’m doing! i’ll probs get the tank one for sam out by tmrw. also, i wanted to mention that this mini series (and specifically the alexis ver.) was inspired by this fanfic i saw on ao3!!! pls go check it out, it’s amazing and their writing is stunning!!

link to ao3 fanfic mentioned ((written by @gingerbreadmonsters here on tumblr!!))

pairings: past vague relationship with alexis & sam, present romantic relationship with darlin’ & sam

pov: alexis — third person limited

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46426420

!!! TWs {{these begin under the cut}} !!! obsession, slightly graphic description of violence, & a lot of blood is mentioned, even if it’s just for figurative language. ((pls let me know if i missed any!!))

hope u enjoy.

Alexis Solaire is in love with Sam Collins.

It’s the kind of love that you think it is, too— the kind that buries its claws so deep into you that the boundaries between you and it are blurred beyond recognition. Now even after fifteen years, Alexis couldn’t find the line that separated her and her undying love for Sam anymore.

But it’s not like she’s been trying to look for it, anyways.

She hasn’t been able to get him off her mind since the night she turned him, and believe her, she’s tried everything. The shadows of him are always lingering in her subconscious no matter how hard she tries to blow them away. The part of her that was consumed by Sam when she turned him seemed to melt ever so slowly, spreading throughout her until every aspect of his being flowed through her bloodstream.

Instead of making amends herself, Alexis waited. She sat atop her throne smothered in his blood, awaiting the day he found his forgiveness and came running back to her, just like she knew he always would.

She had imagined it more times than she could count; her welcoming him back with open arms and them both living an eternity together. The thought always made a smile tug at her usual neutrality, the crimson flecks in her irises glittering.

Alexis bided her time and kept her impatience at bay, allowing Sam the time he needed to realize that he belonged with her. Even as the weeks, months, and years went by, she still waited for him. No matter how many times the flowers bloomed and the leaves fell, she’d be sitting there, anticipating his return.

But her rose-tinted lenses seemed to shatter as Sam walked into a clan meeting one night with a Shifter around his arm. Her crimson crown toppled from off her head and clattered onto the floor, shattering into bloody fragments as she finally stood up from off her throne.

Jealousy took no time to grab her by the throat and force the air out of her lungs, whispering to her that he’s found someone else, that he’s forgotten about her. Her fangs ached in her mouth, begging for release so she could pounce onto that wretched wolf and rip them apart, limb from limb.

Alexis didn’t understand. What did this wolf have that she didn’t? Alexis had always promised Sam the world if he asked for it— she’d kill for him if need be. She vowed herself to him for the rest of her immortal days; she’d devote her entire life to him if that’s what he wanted.

So why them?

Alexis had run out of Wonderworld, ignoring her maker’s orders to come back as she leapt away. She sprinted until she felt like her legs would break and her lungs would burst, collapsing onto the ground in a messy heap. She laid on her back and looked up at the sky, cursing whatever malevolent deity had looked down on her and divined that she wasn’t worthy of Sam’s love. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she bathed in the moon’s glow, quiet sobs whisked away in the cool wind of the night.

She tried to tell herself that this would end, that this fling he had with this wolf would eventually lead to disaster. From what she’s heard of them, tragedy seemed to follow them wherever they went, so what made Sam any different? Alexis promised she would be there for him when the dust from their destruction settled, convincing herself that he would finally realize where he belonged.

But month after month, nothing seemed to change. The care he felt for them finally blossomed into love, and that mutt began referring to him as their ‘mate’. She watched as he smiled widely whenever they walked into the room, and realized she had never been able to make his eyes light up in the way they could.

Regret, envy, and anger tore itself through her every time she felt his heartbeat pick up from just their presence. It sliced at her core as she felt his love for them burn her like sunlight splashing itself on her skin.

And she tried to control her feelings, she really did. She told herself that her behavior was unbecoming for the princess that she was.

And so it goes— Alexis continued to keep to herself, a stone face beginning to match the cold rock freezing her heart solid. She grew more and more impassive each day, but she hadn’t given up yet.

Alexis reclaimed her place on her bloody throne and reconstructed her crown, waiting for the right moment to make her move. She didn’t care if she had to wait decades, centuries, or millenia for it.

We all know what the stories say— the princess always wins against the big bad wolf.